Free Angela's Trial and Tribulations by Mark Andrews Page A

acceptable. Not that it didn’t hurt, and hurt badly, but she knew the agony of a high-voltage shock to the soft inner membranes of her vagina was far, far worse.
    Last, he buckled the belt around her waist and secured it, and her neck collar, with more of the tiny padlocks. She was now attached to the gig permanently until someone came along with a key.
    Her arms were free and she was grateful for that at least. She would be able to use them to balance herself as she ran. She wasn’t prepared for the awful pain in her anus as she moved though. The collar and the waist belt absorbed most of the load but the dildo still moved alarmingly as she moved and she moaned as the pains stabbed and shot through her body.
    â€œHurt does it, slut?” sneered Jason copping a good feel of her breasts and sex as he led her around to the front door. “Good, I’ll warrant you’ll be in real agony when you come home tonight - and then the master may well allow me to fuck your arse, how would that be?” He laughed uproariously as he left her at the front door to wait for the mayor.
    Alex was far harder on her as a pony than James had been. He was always ordering her to get a move on or speed it up. She tried her best but human beings were not designed as ponies and there was a limit to how fast she could go and for how long. He took delight in whipping her for he had acquired one of those long coach whips that normally sat in the holder beside his seat. When she seemed exhausted, he took it out and lashed it forward, right up and down her now very muscular back and buttocks. It usually worked, the pain reminding her of her duty.
    The pain in her anus abated slowly that first day as it accommodated itself to the large intruder and from then on it was nothing more than a painful irritation rather than an agony. But as an item of humiliation it was second to none. Everyone could see the flesh-coloured dildo half poking out of her anus and it was well-known how far in it was inserted. And so for the next few weeks, as she learned to accommodate herself to this new indignity, she blushed all the time whilst they were on the road, which was most of the time.
    Her body again adjusted, her thigh muscles and her chest and belly developing nearly as much as the muscular Molly, whose body Angela much admired. Jane admired it too and since Molly was more agreeable to female to female sex, she and Jane often made it together in the semi-privacy of their attic room. She couldn’t of course when Alex called for either of them to his bed but since he only required them about once a week each, there was plenty of opportunity to indulge their pleasure. Angela watched silently and covertly. True to her nature, she wasn’t critical and wished them well but hoped Alex would never find out. His wrath if he discovered two of his slavegirls were engaging in lesbian activity might be quite spectacular, she thought.

Chapter 5
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    She found her days were again full of shame and humiliation however. James had tried to ease her burden in this regard; Alex made it as hard as possible. He encouraged casual passers-by to come up and look over his pony-girl when he arrived at a destination. He made her park the gig in a conspicuous position and then smiled at the men who gathered to see the mayor and his slave girl harnessed to his gig in this new and so horrible manner. “Come closer, gentlemen. Look her over. She is being punished, after all. Feel her flesh if you have a mind. Don’t spare her feelings... Yes, sir, be my guest, investigate her sexual organs fully...”
    She stood there, her face a violent shade of puce as the men eagerly crowded in on her, their hands seeking her breasts, her belly and her vagina as well as stroking her muscular thighs and parting her buttocks to look more closely at the large dildo that went up between them. Everyone knew at least six to nine inches of it went right on up into her